Doesn't it seem rather strange and unbelievable,
That those who proclaim loudly with attention to get...
Whether in conversations with people on the streets,
Or hob-nobbing in community activities...
Among others they greet socially,
Are 'also' the neighborhood gossipers who declare...
And seriously,
They wish someone would tell them what's going on.
And those listening to them begin to question,
Why aren't they 'first' to get the 'real' news?
Since they 'seem' to know more about everything else,
Than others do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem